Jeff hadn't slept in three days. Every time he closed his eyes, he kept reliving the time he had spent under Robert's control. It scared him because over the past eight months, the nightmares had gradually gone away before he had a two month period of having none at all. But now they were back in full force, and it was hard to keep himself from screaming each and every night.

Matt seemed to know, even though they hadn't actually talked about it. Jeff knew his older brother was worried sick about him and he hated it. He hated worrying Matt. Matt had spent enough time worrying about him. He wanted to be able to take care of himself.

Currently, Jeff was taping his ankles up backstage. The Great American Bash was already underway and he was scheduled to be facing Mark and Hunter in a triple threat match for the WWE title in the main event. He had butterflies in his stomach the size of baseballs. Tonight, after months of reclaiming his spot in the company, he was supposed to be claiming his second WWE championship. He was excited about it, but he was trying to contain himself. The mood backstage was somber, and he didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb by being happy.

Randy had been missing for the past four months. He had been injured in December and he had been scheduled to make his return in April. Two days before the actual return though, his wife Samantha had reported him missing. He had just left home one day and hadn't been seen since. His car had been found at the grocery store, which was where he has supposedly been going the night he disappeared. But besides from that, nobody had a clue where he was. To Jeff, it was way too similar to the way he disappeared and he tried not to think about Randy's situation.

Matt came into the locker room. "Are you ready for this match?" he asked.

Jeff nodded. "Yeah. I'm as ready as I can possibly be." He got up and made a nervous gesture with his arm. "I just…I don't know."

"What? What is it?"

"I just keep thinking about Randy man. The way he disappeared and the way I disappeared…"

"Jeff, Robert's dead. You know that."

Jeff shook his head. "Robert's not the one who kidnapped me. He bought me from the people who took me in the first place. I still don't know who those people are."

Matt sighed. "I know you don't. I know that scares you. It scares me too. But we can't know if they took Randy. Maybe he just ran off and hasn't had the guts to make contact with anyone. Maybe he was taken by someone else. We can't know Jeff. We might never know."

Jeff didn't find that particularly comforting, but he didn't have time to get into that. He had a title match to win. He gave Matt a quick hug and went towards the curtain. Mark and Hunter were already standing there.

"You ready for this kid?" Mark asked.

Jeff nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Hunter grinned. "Come on now Jeffey. Don't let the butterflies get to you. You look like you're about to get sick or something."

Jeff's music hit first, so he didn't have time to tell Hunter that he actually looked sick because he hadn't been sleeping. He went down to the ring, closely followed by Mark and then Hunter. The crowd was completely pumped up. This had been the most highly anticipated match on the card, and they knew they weren't going to be disappointed.

The bell rang, and the butterflies disappeared from Jeff's stomach right around the time Hunter clocked him in the face with a huge right hand. The shit was on right then and there. Everything was moving at lightning speed. Jeff hit the Poetry in Motion on Hunter and Mark while using the chair as a friend. Mark nearly killed himself and Jeff when he dived over the top rope and they ended up bonking heads. Hunter tried to hit Jeff with a sledgehammer but hit the referee instead. Mark power bombed Hunter through the ECW announcer's table. Jeff did the old Terry Funk standby by just tossing a chair up into the air. It ended up bouncing off Mark's skull before coming back down and hitting himself. Definitely not a smart move there.

Finally, with the second referee in place, Jeff managed to hit Twist of Fate and Swanton combo on Hunter. Closing his eyes, he listened to the three count being made. The crowd went ballistic. They had been cheering for Mark and Hunter too, but Jeff had been the unquestionable favorite. They were happy to see him have the title back.

Matt came down to the ring and hugged his younger brother. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered before breaking the embrace.

Jeff grinned. "Thanks. I--" He stopped as saw something out of the corner of his eye. There was a man in the front row who was just standing up and clapping calmly. Jeff immediately felt all his happiness disappear. "Matt…"

"I see him," Matt said. He sounded like he couldn't believe it. "I see him."

The man just smiled at the both of them. He knew that they could tell who he looked like.

The man they were looking at could easily pass as Robert's son. And to Jeff's shock and horror…the man was wearing Randy's watch.